Lonely people
A hurtA lie
A teary eye
They want to be dead.
But they are still living.
You think that they have no feelings.
But thats a lie.
To feel the need to cut.
Then possibly cry.
Their life is a living hell.
But there isnt a reason, for them to tell.
They are silent.
For they dont like to talk.
All you see is black when they walk.
A dark pathway is opening when you mean to them.
They are often called freak or wierd.
But the just shrug it off.
But the true thing is they are just like you.
Even though we dress differently.
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